#soft and kissy

[lukelemon-art]

Heya, loves! 💜💛 Here's a small treat for you this cozy sunday morning: just Ed and Stede being all soft and kissy.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

reblog to give ur mutuals a soft lil kissy on the head

[nibbelraz]

The incredibly cold and aggressive Demon King of the North brought down by his husband asking for kisses

[timothylawrence]

I hope that wasn't our last kiss. I'd take a thousand more if I could.

Kaius & Gale for the lovely @dekariosgale ♡

[fatuismooches]

DOTTORE SUNSET DATE... i would like to point out there's a lil Puffttore in the sky with a heart... i think that's adorable,,

Him admitting his feelings... :3 (marriage soon)

ACCEPTING THE CHOCOLATE BAR AT LIGHT SPEED... you know he loves you if he shares his sweets with you!!

Other random things... *nom* also because i think it'd be adorable for Dottore to actually look forward to spending an eternity with you.

Last one... he went to bed 12 AM sharp 😭

[leezlelatch]

I didn’t see if your request are open or not, and if they aren’t I am sorry.

But if they are..

Chubby Fem reader x Secondo?

Blessed Be 🧿 🪬

Secondo x plus size f! reader. Body insecurity, comfort, fluff, many Secondo kissies.

Secondo sits upon a plush couch, his legs crossed. He adjusts his cuff and lays a hand upon his knee, dark sunglasses shield his eyes even while inside the boutique, and his expression remains stoic as always. Salespeople hover around nervously, unsure whether to offer him anything, or remain silent as he waits for the woman he came in with to come out of the changing room.

It's so quiet, one could almost imagine crickets, and Secondo strains to make out even the softest shuffle from within the room you were currently confined. A worker to his right glances from him to the closed changing room door several times, her feet bouncing in place before she takes a step forward. Secondo holds up his hand, silently, and the woman stops, her face pale.

He gets up, gloved fingers adjusting his waistcoat, and he steps toward the door, knuckles rapping against the wood. "Amore," his voice is quiet, a gentle rasp. "My eyes are bereft of you. Will you not come out?"

There's a beat of silence, and then the door opens with a creak, your face peering out, brow furrowed. Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment. "Nothing is working...," you murmur.

"What is not working, my dove?"

"Everything," your voice is exasperated, pained as you hide your form behind the half open door. "This isn't the store for me."

Secondo arches a brow, his sunglasses subtly lifting. "Ah, then we shall go elsewhere, sì? Do not feel as if you must pretend to like the selection for my benefit."

"The selection is fine. These just aren't clothes for someone like me..."

"I am not understanding." Secondo attempts to push the door wider and you stop it. The quickness with which you attempt to shield yourself from him, the widening of your eyes, the shame in them, they stop Secondo cold.

"No," he says. It is not in protest to you, and it is inflected with devastation, worry, love. He pushes through the door, and you make a noise as you're crowded into the small space, the door firmly closing behind him.

Secondo takes off his sunglasses, his eyes moving over your form. You're wearing a dress, a lovely shade of green, and it is form fitting. The skin under your arms spill over the cut of the sleeve, breasts filling all available space, and every roll and bump is accentuated, your belly stretching the material. He can see the outline of your belly button. And then his eyes return to your face, and you look so sad. But the way your shoulders are curved inward, and you try so hard to not look at him, he can see you're steeling yourself. Waiting for an unkind word. Waiting to be told that you are too fat, too ugly. And his heart is in agony.

"Amore. Amore mio," he coos, stepping closer. "Look at your Papa." His hand cradles your jaw, turning you so carefully to face him, and it takes a moment, but your rapidly wettening eyes meet his. "Ah, sì. There she is. My most beautiful one." His fingers brush along your skin.

You open your mouth to protest, to pull away, but he only holds firmer, his other hand falling to your waist. "No, my dove. This is when we talk. We promised to be honest with each other, you remember, hmm? When I was so stubborn, too much of a cold man. But you have kept me warm by the fires of your heart, no?" His thumb wipes away a stray tear from your cheek. "Let me be your hearth."

"I should be doing more," you say, voice hushed and thick with tears. "I should look my best for you. You take me to these nice places, and I don't want to disappoint you."

"Amore. I have never wanted you to be more than yourself. I take you to nice places because I want to spoil you, but you must tell me when you feel uncomfortable." His hand drops from your face to join his other at your waist, slowly exploring your curves, curling underneath your belly, squeezing at the plushness of your bottom, gliding over the thickness of your thighs. "There is more than one definition of healthy. What I am concerned about, is that you feel confident, not only in what you are wearing, but what you are eating. I want you to have that extra treat than deny yourself because you think it fits some outdated notion that I have no interest in. And if you want to explore different habits, I am with you. Your journey is mine, no matter what form it takes."

You let out a breath, eyes straying to the ceiling as you try and reign in your emotion. But it's so hard not to cry, so hard to just...let it all go even though you want to fall into the sweetness of his words. The gentle reverence of his touch. "I just...want you to be proud of who is on your arm."

Secondo steps forward, leg between your thighs in order to press you against the wall. You squeak in surprise, and he smiles, tilting his head to ghost his lips over yours, his breath hot against your skin. "I am proud. So proud, amore mio. This Papa does not deserve the blessing of your presence. The deliciously sinful sensation of your body pressed against his own." His fingers unzip the dress, closing the distance with a quick kiss when you sigh in relief as he pulls the tight material from your body. "I wish to drown in the beauty of you. Lose myself within the softness of your skin. You see, amore? Can you not see? I am undeserving."

His lips press featherlight to your neck, and then he bites, revelling in the way you arch against him. "You are so beautiful. Oh, my dove. Sì, sì, così perfetto per me..." The dress falls from you, pooling onto the floor, and he wraps his arms fully around you, hands flat against your back as he presses you against him with a desperate fervor, bodies melting against each other when he finally takes your lips in a passionate, deep kiss. Secondo licks into your mouth, swallowing any sound you make. His hand presses against your stomach, and he grabs at your flesh, kneading and caressing, worshipping you with hands that have overseen powerful rituals in Lucifer's name.

To Secondo, this is the most potent magic of all.

Secondo pulls away very slowly to brush his nose against yours, peppering tiny kisses to your cheeks. You take a shaky breath, fingers clinging to his jacket. "I love you," you tell him, lips pink and puffy and so perfect, he has to take another taste.

"And I love you. All of you. You are mine, hmm? You understand your Papa?" He looks deeply into your eyes, pinning you with a stare, that one that reminds you that Papa Emeritus II is just under the surface. It thrills you.

"I understand," you confirm, a smile finally crossing your features, one that he mirrors as his thumb once more strokes over your cheek.

"Good girl," he whispers.

Secondo picks up the dress and tosses it to the side, giving you space to change back into your clothes. He takes the edge of your shirt and helps you bring it down, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind as he continues to rain kisses upon every inch of your face he can reach from this position. It makes you giggle, so he does it more.

When the two of you leave the changing room, the workers are at the front, and thankfully say nothing as Secondo makes no effort to return his sunglasses to his face, that white eye rooting them to the spot as he guides you from the store. Will it be much of a surprise Monday morning when the manager receives an email from corporate about including plus sizes?

Secondo spends the entire ride home touching you in some manner, kissing you, lavishing you in the attention you rightfully deserve. Because your body is his temple, and he plans to worship it for the rest of his life.

You are more than worthy. You are perfect. You are his home.

[rainboopz]

squish dat cat

[cupophrogs]

Does Drew ever call Pops and DD dad on accident?

“In a way, he has. He gets a bit softer when the exhaustion catches up to him.”

[pudgybun]

Goodnight beautiful soft internet angels 🫶💕 may u wake up so in love with ur body it's unreal

[ilikedetectives]

"I wish for this night-time to last for a lifetime. The darkness around me. Shores of a solar sea. Oh how I wish to go down with the sun. Sleeping. Weeping. With you." - Sleeping Sun

[a-hypnos-v]

The first one is if human kitty had her finger nails tugged off, the second one is if she had her fingers cut off

At first I thought that the first would be more accurate to declawing but uh..yeah no, when you declaw a cat it’s the equivalent of mutilating a segment of bone, so yeah the “cutting off the entire fucking finger” would technically be more accurate, thanks for the comments about it

[swanpit]

[suengmi]

prompt: sleepy bangchan, bffs, unspoken love, {3:56am}

context: bangchan x gn reader

warnings/other: soft boi chan, heated smoochin, mostly proofread

word count: .9k

a/n: was talking to my friend about how cute chan is when he sleeps, he was saying that he'd probably smell like fresh sheets and sleepy body (if that makes sense idk) and i'm like YES LET'S GO anyways enjoy!! sorry it took two weeks!! soft hours spicy be like

╌╌╌╌  it's quiet, the only sound in your room is the gentle sound of your best friend snoring gently, humming every now and then.

you roll onto your side and gaze out the window. it's cold, the chill of the air hitting your nose every so often. one of chan's hands is clinging to the soft white and beige blanket you had given him, you remember how he only had the doona without the cover, it annoyed you that he didn't have one.

'it's gross!' you had said, slapping the doona cover on display one day when you were both shopping, 'i just haven't had time in my new apartment!' he had retorted. you two ended up arguing the whole way to the counter, but he had folded in the end, he always did when it came to you.

your eyes travel along the edges of a tree outside, the light polluted sky with only a few stars shining through, it reminds you of how clouded his mind is, his fading thoughts and ideas the stars. 

slowly he opens his eyes, trying to adjust to the light from the window. he turns his head to take you in, your eyes bright with the moonlight coming in from the window.

there’s not much room in his king single bed with two people sharing it. it’s almost impossible to have a good night sleep. chan had never enjoyed sleeping next to people, he much preferred his own space. but when you were is in his bed it’s was kind of okay. he liked your smell. your presence. it was like a cup of chamomile tea, warm and soothing.

we have never been more than friends, that's all.

chan moves himself slightly, his knobbly fingers coming to touch your own, he's still half asleep. but he looks at you, sleep painted in his small eyes.

"what is it?" he mumbles in a low tone. his deep voice sends jolts down to your stomach.

you say nothing, lacing your fingers into his own.

“hmm?” he prompts you again, still in his groggy state. he squeezes his eyes a few times, still getting used to the gentle light coming from a street lamp outside.

you let out a long breath, giving chan an apathetic smile. “it’s okay, i just can’t sleep.”

chan lets go of your hand and lifts the blankets from his side so he can move about without twisting himself in them. he taps on your hip, signalling for you to roll over. you oblige, raising your head from the pillow to turn yourself over.

when you settle in, you feel his arm wrap itself around your torso, his hands slowly pushes up your shirt to feel your warm tummy against his hand. he rubs your belly a few times before resting his hands just below your chest, his fingers curiously dancing around the area.

“what are you doing?” you say so softly it's almost a squeak, your hips having a mind of their own as they press back against his.

“shh.” he mumbles as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck and adjusts his hips against you. you feel him press a kiss to your shoulder before he lets out a long sigh.

you turn your face a bit, your cheek resting on chan's soft freshly washed curly hair. you're taking everything of him in, the feeling of being engulfed by him clouding your mind, the way his skin feels against yours sending your thoughts in all directions.

"mm, tangerine." you say smelling his hair, kissing his forehead just after.

this seems to make him wake more, his hands gripping you even tighter. he locks his eyes with yours, eyes still hooded.

you stay like this for a moment, enjoying the way his hair is flicking in all directions. your free hand almost automatically raises behind you to touch the side of his face, soothingly rubbing your thumb along his cheek.

are we more than friends...?

as if melting into your touch, a subtle command he's entranced by, he leans in, his mouth hovering over your own. it's like he's asking for permission, his breath heavy on your lips.

the once gentle gaze he has turns into a slight desperation, he meets your eyes for a moment before he closes the distance between you, gently pressing his lips against your own. you sigh into the kiss, your hand finding purchase in his hair.

white paints the walls of your mind, the feeling of his kiss tingling throughout your whole body. he parts his lips pressing back onto your own lazily, tongue flicking against yours. amoan escapes him, his hips pressing more into yours. you can feel him against you, your hand mindlessly grip further in his locks, desperate and needing more.

we're definitely more than friends.

the feeling of his hand gripping your side tighter faintly registers, his leg moving between your thighs. you're in deep, swallowed by him, everything that is him.

after a moment his kiss halts. you almost whine at the sudden loss, his lips withdrawing from your own. he says nothing, gaze settled on your own. his free hand comes to your lip, wiping away the wet mess he created.

"huh?" you say in a daze, staring into his hooded eyes.

"mm." he mumbles before squeezing you, pressing his face into the side of your neck. and as if that said it all, you let out a held breath, mind racing with 'what if's' and 'hows' and 'buts'.

it didn’t matter that you didn't know what he was thinking, didn't matter that you were crossing a boundary that you were unsure about.

in this moment, you knew that it was okay, that this was meant to happen.

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a/n: i upset myself this is adorable heLP as always ty for reading!! hope you enjoyed it, soft chan makes me FERALLLL !! i love ur feedback so pls lmk if you liked it!!

[thebigolbee]

Just a little MarCade lovin’ to soothe the soul 💕

[reigningmax]

Max when he was in St. Barths x

[spadesofspader]

love this weird lil guy